Sequel to White Hot Forever. Two silent months after the tragedy went down at the O'Connell's family's cabin, the three girls try their best to put the past behind them. The last semester of senior year begins to unroll as new characters, drama and problems settle in Clearwater. The eeriness of the town feels heavier and the past seems to still be their present. Here Maddy and friends must find a way to get past the tragic events for their own sake....only some unwanted attention keeps them in the dark.

"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire. I hold with those who favor fire...She was gone. The girl I had loved was taken by the glowing orange flames that surrounded her. The way the fire danced around her body was the last sight she saw, and with her world ending in fire...so did mine." When Maddy's girlfriend is suddenly murdered after moving across the country, her world is flipped upside down. The 17-year-old's "suicide" shocked the small town of Clearwater... Only Maddy knows it was no suicide. Her girlfriend's murder eats her alive day by day which leads her to try and solve the mystery of her death and bring her the justice she deserves. She moves to the last town her girlfriend was in before someone took her life. There she finds more than she searched for...including a girl with the most bewitching pair of blue eyes. Total Word Count Of Novel: 98,775 ( around 450 pages )

"You're waking up," I whisper, my hand splayed across her chest, just above the beat she forgot to feel. "I knew you'd crawl back to me." She grabs my wrist. Hard. Pain sharp and electric up my arm. I almost laugh. "There's my sparx," I whisper. Her grip is fire now. Her breath ragged. Her skin trembling beneath mine. "I don't want this," she breathes. "Oh baby, but I know you do." ------ A sociopathic arsonist, hell bent on revenge and a sweet delusional psychopath. What more could you ask for? In order to get revenge on those who have wronged her, 19-year-old Seraphina Reed burns down her childhood home with her parents inside. She is a witty, strong-willed woman who doesn't tolerate shit from anyone, anymore. Viella Iverson, despite her kindness and sweetness, is a pushover. She maintains a facade of being a decent person, but her true self fights to come to the light. She's hiding something or is she hiding from someone? --------------- AWARDS #1 Arsonist 1/18/2026 --------------- -Mature Explicit Content -Dark Romance -Slow Burn -Criminals -Mental Hospital -Found Family -Anti-hero

Mila James is desperate for a job, so desperate in fact, she decides to approach billionaire businesswoman, Scarlet Ramirez. Despite knowing nothing about fashion, she's adamant that lying on her resume will land her a job working for the hardest woman in the industry. ***** Mila is an aspiring artist hoping to make money in the industry with the sharp tip of her pencil. When falling on hard times caring for her sister, however, she finds herself having to improvise and search for work in unfamiliar places. Fashion isn't her forte, and Scarlet is more than willing to point it out. With clashing personalities and an air of unintended tension, Mila is quick to realise that working for Ramirez isn't for the faint hearted. Will Scarlet soften and break face for her pretty new assistant, or will their fiery favours sabotage the very framework she has spent her entire teenage life building within the ruins of her broken family? *This book contains sexual themes and strong language. Characters are depicted doing sexual acts and using sexual language*

Hired as Billie's photographer, Maven becomes her constant - always there, always attentive, always one step ahead. It feels like safety. Until it feels like surveillance. A psychological slow-burn romance where love isn't discovered - it's constructed, carefully and quietly - until Billie can't tell what's real... and what was engineered. Love, obsession, surveillance. Pick the difference - if you can.

(kehlani x billie eilish)

Billie blinked. "Wow," she said tightly. Her smile was more strained than a bra two sizes too small. "How long have you two been together?" "Oh no no! Not dating... yet?" She added, her hand sliding up my thigh so casually you'd think she did it every Tuesday. "Oh, fuck me," Billie muttered to herself, standing abruptly. "Getting a drink," She didn't wait for a response, or permission, or the Lord's blessing. Just turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd like a storm cloud in eyeliner. - Billie took a gulp from her cocktail like it was water in the desert and she'd just crawled out of emotional quicksand. Half the drink disappeared in one go. I blinked. "What is in that?" "Vodka," she said flatly. "And...?" Sophie asked, voice a little too polite like she was a customer service rep bracing for a Karen. "Vodka," Billie repeated, nodding like she just solved a riddle. "Do you still have those photos, Lynx?" she asked suddenly, voice low and laced with something unreadable. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. "The nude ones. From my house. A month ago." Her lip curled into a subtle smirk, the kind that belonged in a courtroom or a very expensive lingerie ad. I cleared my throat. "Do you... want them?" Billie shrugged. "No. Just wanted to make sure you still had them." She drained the rest of her drink like that sentence hadn't just broken the vibe into a million awkward little pieces. "Yo, what's this about photos?" a very drunk man asked, stumbling over with the grace of a wet sock. "Who the fuck invited you?" Billie snapped, her voice slicing through the noise sharper than a guillotine in a Gucci ad. I stared at him like he was an IKEA instruction manual written in Klingon. "Piss off, Liam," Billie muttered, already over it.

We often ignore red flags until it's too late. When it comes to those we love, it's too easy to turn a blind eye in the sake of not tarnishing their perfect image. But now, there's no denying the monster the girl you love has become, or maybe this is who she always was, and you never let yourself admit it.

Stuck in a city overrun by hysteria and struggling to escape the everyday nightmare of a dead end job wasn't how you'd expected to be spending your 20s. When everyone around you is so focussed on the maniac at large, the smaller things tend to go unnoticed until it's far too late.